The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-11-11
LINGG TAKES HIS LIFE.
The Bomb Maker Blows His Head and Face
Pieces with Dynamite.

The Bomb Maker Blows His Head and Face
Pieces with Dynamite.
CHICAGO Now 10-Louis Linec, the An
archist, will never speak again. Quick, awful
as was ever act of his Creator, the voice that
cried, s.Hoche die Anarchiei" was turned to
silence forever. What seemed a muffled. horri-
BILE echo of the fearful bomb of the Haynarkst
came suddenly in his lonely cell this morning.
That instant the mans face, which, beIying his
feud-like deeds, has seemed beautiful as an
archangels. was made revolving mass of blood
and shreds of tangled flesh. Louis Lingg was
triumphant Despite all human efforts he had
effaced from oven his countenance every trace
of Gods image. For single instant. with back
against the bars of Linggs cell door, the stall
wart guard stood stupefed while puff OF blue
smoke from the dark recess behind crossed his
shoulder Then ensued wild rush of deputies.
the changing of iron gates, and above the
fusion and din the shouting of the guards. "Its
Lingg' .sIts Lincg." THAT came from Lincgln
A rapid, cautions movement by turnkey
flung the cell door OPEN and. with an eager
peer into the shadows. two excited deputies
jumped pell-mell IN. Their CALCULATIONS of hor-
ror brought the other guards quickly within the
cell An age of agony and suspense passed
by the Jail inmates in the cells. There was a
shutting of feet the stone floor, and then the
hundreds of strained eyes, watching down
through the iron MEETINGS and bars saw a row OF
guards, in shirt-sleeves, struggling the
dimly-lighted area, bearing by the legs and
arms the body of man between them. The
upturned face was huge clot of blood. but the
turnkey who supported the head had his fingers
wound tightly into the unmis taxable brown
curling ringleis of the bomb maker, Louis
Lingg The big key of iailer Foz. grating in
the main lock, interrupted for a moment the
sound of patterinG the white stone pavement
There creakine of rusty hinges, and the
Anarchists and common jail-brds had gazed
their last on Lingg. A few steps brought the
huddied-up cortece to the bathroom of the JAZZ,
stuffy little apartment scarcely ten feet
square. Linrg dumped the floor with
scant tenderness by the who have been
daily half expecting TO meet their death at his
hands.
To all appearances the Anarchist stark
dead His 1.-The. athletic form clothed only
in short tunic and the brawny limbs seemed
rigid. A small pool OF gore was seen floating in
the brown curls surmounting the broad shoul-
ders, and one glance showed how Lingg had
striyen with dynamite to blow off his head.
The entire lower half of the once handsome face
was gone, including the upper lip and jaw and
the under fraction of the Where it had
been jagged, bloody gap. extending
across TO the and down to the Adams apple.
.Open your eyes, Lingg," exclaimed the doc
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constituent of the bystanders. Lingg's eyes
opened and looked calmly about him. He was
Immediately raised table and propped up
with pillows, and washed hurrediy, while cloth
bandages passed around the lower part of
the face and around the top of the head, hiding
all but the nose eyes and forehead ali loose dang
ling bones and flesh being first cut away. The
gutta percha mouth of e fountain syringe
inserted with doctors finger into the great
hole left by tho dynamite. By this method
water and brandy were administered. This was
repeated at intervals. Lingg meanwhile gazing
steadfastly about him, watching every move OF
those the room, but apparently Indifferent te
what they did, and cared nothing about the al.
most ceaseless slamming of the door. only few
feet distant Every now and then. without any
seeming immediate cause, a fearful hollow
groanlng would sound through the bandages.
to give place to a new set not yet weakened by
the horrors within the death-chamber. Lingg
moved his long, sinewy right arm easlly-his
left hand was torn by the dyDamite-and with
out trouble wrote in German simple directions
to raising him higher. or the like Beyond
glance of recognition to Captain Black, who
came into the room for moment. and said,
tsPoor. poor fellow" there was nothing to break
the horrible agony OF six mortal hours wait for
deaths approach The Rev. DIR. Bolton,
Methodist minister attending Fielden. went in,
but got answering look from Linge. The
minister came out shaking his head hopelessly.
Lingg's breathing gradually became slower
The pallor on the forehead deepened; sighs
glaze was noticed in the now sunken eyes.
Some said He is dying" and the reporters
N made ready for a rush to the nearest telephone.
Linggs big breast heaved once and STILL
His eyes looked straight ahead with something
of their old brightness. but at a whisper from
the doctor the reporters dashed TO the telephone,
falling over another down the narrow stair
way to the courtyard in their efforts TO tell the
news first While the reporters ware tumbling
and running, the doctor RAISED Linrgs right
Ii fell back the table, limp. An at
tendant's right and left forefingers laid on
Linggs forehead and pushed the eye lids shut
In moment the little room was empty OF all
but the ehastly corpse of the bomo-maker,
Louis Lingg.
While it is generally thought around the Jail
that Lingg had all along determined on
ending his own life ain some tragic manner, 1t IS
also believed that for some reason or other be-
committed the than be first intended.
On Tuesday, when Captain Black was leaving
the Jail on his way to Springfield. Linge called
him TO the grating opposite his cell and in bro
ken English asked him that he had some
clean linen sent him. and he also was very par
ticular that it should be arranged that the mes
senger who brought him his clean clothes
should arrange take away his soiled things.
ssAll right; III attend it, said Captain
Black; What shall I do for you at Sprng gfeldfr
Lingg shook his head and said: do not forget
the clothes
Yesterday, when Mrs. Engel was in the Jail,
she had a short conversation with Lingg, and
then bidding him good bye, she walked into the
jail Office As she disappearing, Lingg
came I'd the bars and called out. rather anx-
iously, Frau Enge Frau Enge." but the lit
tie woman either aid not hear him or heed him,
and hurried out of the Jail
captain Black came to the jail at 10 o'clock.
and vent TO the room whore the doctors were
working with Lingg
Ling, do you know Capt Black7H asked Dep